Peligro - las curvas adelante!

Oh, Bud, you say the soo-weetess thangs, I’m gonna need me one o’them root canals it seems ever’body’s always needin’ but I ain’t never had. Y’always got an encouragin’ word fer me, always. I dunno how ya got to be s’sweet, but wit’out a doubt, you truly are this teach’s pet. Yessir, one major fetchin’ head t’toe confection.

An’ a happy camper, too, I kin tell! Ah darlin’, I wanna git t’russetin’ an’ rustlin’ wit’ya sumpin fierce – no lo’ faluters we – an’ if’n ya wan’ me t'empty that scotch bottle lickety split, I’ma gun hafta cut this short an’ get hoppin’, ‘cuz I gotta few cases t’get thro’ afore I kin locate the ‘xact crate - mite even be in a new state o’the state ‘cuz, if’n ya ‘member our storyline, I was sent t’the ‘sylum an’ my b’longin’s were put on ice? I’d be dealt a winnin’ hand if’n I could jest know the diff ‘twixt ‘soons an’ ‘soons soons an’ ‘soons soons soons. Not t’put too fine a point on it, o’courses, darlin', but it’d surely be a hep.

I know y’asked me fer a new test, an’ I’ma cookin’ up a goodun. Hmm…one wit’ an answer ya caint find stickin’ ta the web…I know! This one even has me stumped, as far as corrorubberatin’. Saw it printed in a book, tho, so I know it mus' be true - the definition o’ the word irredentist, in a classic sense. Here’s a hint: has nuthin’ t’do wit’ ‘talian parties. Or root canals. Okee, darlin’ baby o’mine, ya dared me ta bring it on, but I gotta wish ya the best wit’ ‘at one. Tough, but worth it, tho’.

An’ in all honesty, I had bin refereein’ to the pizza waitress wit’ the bun in the oven, but I’ll read Revelations anywhere I kin, thumper ‘at I am. I wantcha t’know how very much I enjoyed ‘at last song ya shared wit’ me – I never came acrossin’ ‘at one afore - yore always illuminatin’ my way wit’ some new an’ delightful treasure side. The songs are nice, too. An’ afore I take on the scotch hunt anew, I’ma leavin’ a li’l one fer you, sweet-heart, from the same all day’s woman man…


I'd like to rush into Somebody's heart and lose myself inside
But just any old arms won't do, they must belong to you
I'd like to know the soothing comfort of a love that never dies
But just any old love won't do, that love must come from you
I'd like to know when I grow older Someone's heart will still be true
But just any old heart won't do, it must belong to you

Sweet dreamin's, my love

XOXOXOXO
Deanie